Xi Muhan circled Yu Qiqi's waist.

Yu qiqiwo was in his arms, raising his cerebellar pouch and glaring at his clean chin.

"Xi Muhan, why do you feel dizzy and nauseous and have nosebleed?"

Xi Muhan's body is slightly stiff.

It seems to be a black dragon.

He still remembers that when he had a nosebleed, old Han relieved him that he might be angry.

But he is too concerned about his illness, too concerned about the little girl, a simple nosebleed to see too important.

During that time, Yu Qiqi was abducted by Ouyang HaoChen. He took care of her day and night. His work and rest time were reversed and his rest was not good. That's why he felt dizzy and nauseous.

As for nosebleed, it's simply that the little girl feeds too many spicy strips and gets angry. It's him who makes a mountain out of a molehill.

Slender white fingers combing the little girl's long hair, "lack of sleep!"

"Oh."

Yu Qiqi leaned against Xi Muhan's arms, smelling his good smell, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Xi Muhan, it's nice to have you by your side."

With him by her side, she is always at ease.

Yu Qiqi's eyelashes trembled slightly twice, and his breathing gradually became smooth.

Plump finger belly from her delicate face across, very warped Qiong nose, full pink lips.

The maid didn't know when she appeared beside Xi Muhan. Xi Muhan couldn't bear to leave the little girl. "Go and get a blanket."

"Yes."

The maid quickly brought a blanket. Xi Muhan took the blanket from the maid and covered Yu Qiqi.

He put his chin on Yu Qiqi's forehead, closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the moment.

……

Shen Feiyang, standing on the balcony of the study on the second floor, saw a scene in the back garden and snorted coldly, "don't think it will make me soft hearted."

As soon as Yu Xinya comes home, the servant tells her exactly what happened in the living room.

Yu Xinya frowned and asked: "you say, sir just said, don't allow Xiaohan to come back to our house?"

What is Shen Feiyang doing?

If he doesn't let Xiao Han in, what will her future son-in-law do?

"Sir, that's what he said, but we don't know exactly what happened."

"Well, I see. It's none of your business here."

Yu Xinya hands the spoils she bought in today's shopping to the maid next to her and goes upstairs.

She pushed open the door of her study, and the figure standing on the balcony fell into her eyes.

She quickly came to Shen Feiyang, "Shen Feiyang, what are you doing? Why don't you let Xiao Han come to our house?"

"Did Xi Muhan complain to you?" Shen Feiyang head slightly partial, Yu Xinya into the arms, Yu Xinya struggle, "don't touch me."

She drove away her son-in-law and wanted to hold her. How could it be so cheap?

Looking at the struggling woman in his arms, Shen Feiyang sighed helplessly, "can't I explain to you?"

"Explain, explain. What are you doing?"

Yu Xinya breaks Shen Feiyang's fingers.

Shen Feiyang's arm is tight, and Yu Xinya rushes into his arms uncontrollably, closely touching his body.

Shen Feiyang's thin lips came up to Yu Xinya's ear, vaguely blowing the heat, "you are my wife, it's legal for me to do anything to you, even if I hold you to the bed now."

Yu Xinya

Shen Feiyang's Rogue words can't be refuted.

Hooligans are not terrible, just afraid that they have culture.